Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.